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I hate Prednisone.  Fortunately, I only have to take it for one more day, but even if I had more days, I would only take it for one more day.  It just totally jacks me up.  I slept for 11.5 hours the other night.  Straight!  And I was still tired all day.  Also, it gives me upset tummy.  I will say that my elbow feels better, but it’s one of those things where…it’s sort of not worth it.  The good news is:  I have seen no facial hair yet.  And I don’t know how it would make me gain weight, since I have absolutely no appetite.  Anyway.  Probably five days is not long enough to experience the really bad stuff but again, even if it was just the sleepiness and loss of appetite and upset tum, I couldn’t deal with this for an extended period of time.

We’re going to Garmisch this weekend, I can’t wait!  Branden asked what we planned on doing there and I was like, “Uh, stuff?”  He was all, “well, what kind of stuff are you planning on doing?”  and I said, “Branden, c’mon.  It’s a huge deal that we are actually planning a trip with any sort of forethought.  We’ll figure it out once we get there!”  Because this family?  Not a bunch of planners.  But it should be fun–we booked a bed and breakfast (with our own bathroom) for the weekend, and it’s right in downtown, and near the train station, and we’ll see what we see!  Munich is close by, and I love Munich, so.

Anyway.  Time for bed.

Tschuss!!

So.  I’ve had this pain in my elbow for two months and went to the doctor today and blah blah blah I have tennis elbow.  Even though I quit playing tennis when it started hurting!  But it’s caused by other things besides tennis.  BUT STILL!  I QUIT PLAYING TENNIS!  

Anyway the doctor prescribed prednisone for me.  Prednisone’s side effects are (edited to add even MORE side effects, because Lauren pointed out the swelling, which was lumped in with a whole other list entirely, More Serious Side Effects):

• Problems with your vision
• swelling, rapid weight gain, feeling short of breath;
• severe depression, unusual thoughts or behavior, seizure (convulsions);
• bloody or tarry stools (I DON’T HAVE STOOLS, EVER), coughing up blood;
• pancreatitis (severe pain in your upper stomach spreading to your back, nausea and vomiting, fast heart rate);
• low potassium (confusion, uneven heart rate, extreme thirst, increased urination, leg discomfort, muscle weakness or limp feeling); or
• dangerously high blood pressure (severe headache, blurred vision, buzzing in your ears, anxiety, confusion, chest pain, shortness of breath, uneven heartbeats, seizure).

(and these are the other, Less Serious [but still extremely crappy] Side Effects):

• sleep problems (insomnia) (oh great), mood changes (OH GREAT);
• acne (…great), dry skin, thinning skin, bruising or discoloration
• slow wound healing
• increased sweating (because I don’t already SOAK MY SHEETS EVERY NIGHT FROM MY RIDICULOUS SWEATING)
• headache, dizziness, spinning sensation (like I’m completely trashed?  Great)
• nausea, stomach pain, bloating (…); or
• changes in the shape or location of body fat (especially in your arms, legs, face, neck, breasts and waist) (Okay.  Besides the fact that that means I will get fat ALL OVER except for my hands, feet and ears, FUCKING GREAT!)

And what the hell is ‘changes in the shape’ of my body fat?  Does it become…fatter?  Does it turn into, like, topiary?  What?  Ugh.  Basically, it will be like I’m pregnant, without the baby.  And plus a period.  GREAT.

BUT WAIT THERE IS MORE!

I THOUGHT there was another winning side effect out there I had read about in my drug handout so I went to another drug site:

• growth of facial hair (seriously?  come on.)

and

• rounding of the upper back (buffalo hump) (moo.  or whatever sound buffalos make)

AND

• PSYCHOTIC BEHAVIOR (!!! !! !!!!!! !! ! ! !!!!)

Of course, when I got home I ate mashed potatoes and a Klondike for dinner because THAT WILL HELP.  

My mood, it will help (which is good, because see above) but the shape of my fat?  Will not help.

Tschuss!!

You haven’t lived until you find yourself in your car, in traffic, putting your daughter’s deodorant on your own self because you forgot to put on your own while said daughter takes the wheel.  Also fun, but not really:  three girls, three consecutive weeks of, you know, menstruation.  Send condolences John’s way, for real.

Seriously, though–sometimes I look around and I think, damn.  I’m a lucky girl.  

Tschuss!!